Yet let the glories of a night Like that, once seen, suffice, Heav'n grant us no such future sight, THE COCKFIGHTER'S GARLAND.1 MUSE-Hide his name of whom I sing, Nor speak the school from which he drew That such a man once was, may seem If For proof to man, what man may prove, This man (for since the howling wild Gentle he was, if gentle birth Could make him such, and he had worth, In social talk and ready jest, Methinks I see him powder'd red, 1 "I have composed a small poem on a hideous subject, with which the 'Gentleman's Magazine' for April furnished me: it is, nevertheless, a true one, hideous as it is. Mr. Bull and Mr. Greathead, who both have seen the man on whose death it is written, know that he died as there related." (June 6, 1789.) Can such be cruel? Such can be With barb'rous sports, whose fell delight One feather'd champion he possess'd, It chanced, at last, when, on a day, He doom'd his fav'rite dead. He seiz'd him fast, and from the pit The horrid sequel asks a veil, That can be, shall be, sunk- All, suppliant, beg a milder fate But vengeance hung not far remote, Big with a curse too closely pent 'Tis not for us, with rash surmise, That, sent for man's instruction, bring "Tis hard to read amiss. ON THE BENEFIT RECEIVED BY HIS MAJESTY FROM SEA-BATHING, IN THE YEAR 1789. O SOV'REIGN of an isle renown'd Her navies wing their way; With juster claim she builds at length Her empire on the sea, And well may boast the waves her strength, A TALE, FOUNDED ON A FACT WHICH HAPPENED IN JANUARY, 1779. WHERE Humber pours his rich commercial stream, Black as the mine, in which he wrought for bread. A sabbath-day, (such sabbaths thousands keep!) To buy a cock-whose blood might win him more; Were but for battle and for death design'd; It chanced, (such chances Providence obey) Whose heart the same desires had once inflamed; For all plead well who plead the cause of grace. His iron-heart with Scripture he assail'd, Now take me to that Heaven I once defied, STANZAS SUBJOINED TO THE YEARLY BILL OF MORTALITY OF THE PARISH OF ALL-SAINTS, NORTHAMPTON, ANNO DOMINI 1787. Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas, HORACE. Pale Death with equal foot strikes wide the door WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run All these, life's rambling journey done, Was man (frail always) made more frail Did famine or did plague prevail, one.' No; these were vigorous as their sires, Like crowded forest-trees we stand, Green as the bay-tree, ever green, The gay, the thoughtless, have I seen, Read, ye that run, the awful truth No present health can health insure And oh that humble as my lot, And scorned as is my strain, These truths, though known, too much forgot, I may not teach in vain. So prays your Clerk with all his heart, And, ere he quits the pen, ·Begs you for once to take his part, And answer all-Amen!! ་ 1 "On Monday morning last, Sam brought me word that there was a man in the kitchen who desired to speak with me. I ordered him in. A plain, decent, elderly figure made its appearance, and being desired to sit, spoke as follows:- Sir, I am clerk of the Parish of All Saints, in Northampton; brother of Mr. C., the upholsterer. It is customary for the person in my office to annex to a bill of mortality, which he publishes at Christmas, a copy of verses. You will do me a great favour, sir, if you would furnish me with To this I replied, Mr. C., you have several men of genius in your town, why have you not applied to some of them? There is a namesake of yours in particular, C., the statuary, who, everybody knows, is a firstrate maker of verses. He surely is the man of all the world for your purpose.' Alas, sir! I have heretofore borrowed help from him, but he is a gentleman of so much reading, that the people of our town cannot understand him.' I confess to you I felt all the force of the compliment." (To Lady Hesketh, Nov. 27, 1787.) |